The details were sorted quickly, which was a relief considering Harry didn't have a lien to his name.

A lien being the currency they used in the world he found himself. Long ago, he had been a humble hero with nothing to his name save a rich vault that was exploited by vengeful goblins, some magic skills best used for fighting, and the Deathly Hallows.

Since he was still looking like he was around 20 years old and that had been centuries ago told you which possessions mattered the most in the end.

In just two days time, Harry was on one of the flying vehicles, a Bullhead, headed to the combat academy he had been signed up for.

"Harry!" the familiar voice of his one time (so far) partner in crime called.

"Ruby." he replied evenly. "How are you?"

The girl muttered something about knees before dragging him bodily to a teen with long blonde hair.

"This is Yang, my sister. Yang, this is Harry. I told you about him?" she asked for good measure.

Yang laughed and slapped his arm in a friendly fashion, and Harry's newfound aura absorbed the shock without a sign of struggle.

"Hello. Nice to meet you." he said cheerfully, with a smile.

If there were sharper teeth than normal, no one noticed.

Yang paused for a moment, giving him a once over.

Harry Potter was pale, with messy raven black hair and green eyes that definitely glowed in the dim indoor light. His clothes were nondescript, jeans and a tee shirt, but something was off.

Yang blinked before she felt like smacking herself. Of course something was off. He had restrained a Bullhead and stopped an explosion without even having his aura unlocked, according to her sister, and his eyes produced light like a torch.

"Likewise." Yang said with a cocky smirk, though Harry's continued earnest grin made her soon turn her attention to her younger sister.

"This is your boyfriend then, huh?" Yang teased.

Ruby reacted obviously, with a bright blush and a vehement "No!" followed by insistence that they had hardly met.

Harry, of course, responded. "I'm sure if she wants to go for it, I'd be happy to oblige, but I don't put much effort into chasing others." he said, silencing the two of them with his blatant honesty.

Yang was dumbfounded, and Ruby was blushing heatedly.

"It's mostly the age thing. I have some issues with the idea of chasing skirts when everyone is younger than I am." Harry continued.

"Age thing?" Ruby asked shyly, were blush having yet to fade completely.

Harry nodded. "I'm super old. Immortal and all that. It feels weird to think about dating and such when most people have issues with age."

"But you look around our age." Yang reasoned.

"I can look how I like. It doesn't change the fact that I've lived long enough that I wouldn't be able to find someone my age." Harry declared.

"You're joking." Yang said with a half smile.

Harry grinned brightly. "Nope. I always tell the truth. I've found out that complete and blatant honesty stumps people to the point that I'm always entertained."

Somehow, his new friends didn't seem encouraged by his admission.

Fortunately for Harry, that too was entertaining.

Line Break

The Bullhead landed, and Yang immediately dashed away with a group of people that were clearly her friends with a half hearted goodbye.

Ruby and Harry watched her disappear intoi the distance for a moment, before Ruby turned to Harry.

"So..." she said.

"So?" Harry replied after waiting for a few moments.

"How are you immortal anyway?" she asked curiously.

Harry smirked and held out a hand.

It was bony, and Ruby swore that his fingers were much longer and thinner than they had been the last time she had seen them. In his delicate fingers was a knarled, twisted piece of wood.

Ripples in the air disturbed the tip of the stick, and Ruby shivered suddenly.

"I am become Death, destroyer of worlds." Harry said ominously.

Ruby stared at the stick for a moment, her eyes focused, before she looked back at Harry's face.

He had a wide grin, and she snorted. "You don't seem like you would destroy anything." she said honestly.

He laughed and stowed the old stick in a pocket. "You're right, of course. I've basically just become deathless, and I seem to have a lot of sway in places where there are gods of death."

"Gods of death?" Ruby wondered aloud.

Harry nodded. "I've traveled far, and across some strange boundaries. Dimensional rifts, time travel and the like. Some places have an entity that is assigned to either help move souls along, or to judge them in life."

Ruby gazed at him with wonder, and Harry grinned before ruffling her hair. "There isn't a god of death here. I thought I'd hang out, since these places can have some trouble."

She still seemed incredulous, but Harry snorted in his thoughts. Most of the people he spoke with didn't believe him. They assumed he was long lived or something occasionally, but mostly anyone he told assumed he was a delusional teen. It truky did amuse him to speak the truth, but he had long since grown from needing to feel believed at his every word.

"What's it like?" Ruby asked. "Seeing the world... worlds, I guess. Helping people always?"

He stared into her eyes for a few minites, before a softer smile formed. She was a believer. Rare, but he usually met a few. "It's not hard. Not anymore. I love meeting people, and I'm allowed some leeway when they are supposed to pass on. It's a life of discovery. Places like this, they have Aura, and Faunus. Those are rare things, differences I don't see. It makes the people different, and I get to experience it all."

She nodded. "It sounds lonely though." she said. "Sometimes, at least."

Harry nodded. "It's okay. I've been alone for a long time. It makes being with people that much easier to cherish."

Ruby smiled. "That sounds like a beautiful way to think about it." she remarked.

Harry nodded and casually took her shoulder, twirling her around and placing her on his other side just as she was about to stumble into a... hotel style luggage rack?

The girl next to the out of place luggage glared at the two of them dangerously, but Harry and Ruby continued walking.

Ruby whispered her thanks when she realized she had been about to collide with the girl's things. Harry only nodded with a smile.

"How did you do that? Before, with the Bullhead?" she asked curiously.

He waved his hand and conjured a bouquet of roses. "Magic." he said. "Where I came from, there were witches and wizards capable of many feats. There was one constant. The older a magical gets, the stronger their magic."

Ruby took the flowers in awe.

"They won't wilt or decay. Those roses will last for centuries, at the very least." Harry informed her.

Ruby smelled one, shifting her hands on the bundle of flowers, only to flinch.

"They have thorns." she noticed.

Harry smiled. "All roses do."

Her answering smirk was telling.